catchall for shirasu post-murder

[leaberator]

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WEEK 4, MONDAY

[leaberator]

[ wherever the fuck milla put him after the monday meeting, it's not too long before Lea's strolling in, hands casually in the pocket of a ridiculous wolf hoodie. this is what you have to live with now, shirasu.

he opens his mouth, but whatever he was about to say is lost when he catches full sight of shirasu. ]

They left your legs like that?!

[wagashis]

...did you expect anything less?

[Does he sound bitter? Maybe. Is he kind of pale? Definitely. Two days of this with no medical attention or painkillers Fucking Sucked.]

There's no point in assisting someone I'm sure you all intend to kill.

[leaberator]

[ there's a lot he could say to shirasu's comment. but instead he just stares, silent, for a moment before he rubs the back of his neck and sighs ]

Yeah, alright, be right back. I'd tell ya to stay there, but--

[ he gestures vaguely at Shirasu's current position before he leaves, abruptly. ]

[wagashis]

What do you think you're--

[...there he goes?? What the fuck. Shirasu will be here when he gets back, of course, watching him suspiciously as soon as he enters a second time.]

... just what are you doing?

[leaberator]

[ he's got his arms full of stuff-- sticks, cloth from the boutique, a few canteens of water, and a field medicine book he's got open that he throws next to Shirasu's wheelchair. He's also got a strip of leather and alcohol. ]

My best, I guess. [ he starts by handing Shirasu one of the water canteen ] Start with that. Full disclosure, I'm not even any good with healing magic, so this isn't gonna be fun for either of us.

[ yeah he hasn't actually. stated anything, he's too busy placing everything near shirasu ]

[wagashis]

[he takes the canteen, but he's just-- looking over those supplies, then back to lea, then back to the items. is that a medical book? surely he's not...]

...I very nearly killed you, you do realize that, don't you? You're lucky I wasn't on target.

Why would you bother with this?

[leaberator]

Eh, I'm harder to kill than that.

[ first of all. it's important shirasu knows this? it's complete garbage, but it's important he knows it. he moves next to him, apparently completely unworried about the possibility of another stab, just trying to properly assess the damage. ]

I can think of a couple of reasons, but I'd say the biggest one is I ain't a big torture fan. [ that's all he says on that before he hands over the leather strip to Shirasu ] You're gonna wanna bite into this once I get started. He seriously did a number on you.

WEEK 4, FRIDAY

[leaberator]

[ guess what shirasu it's your favorite person (No, Not Even Close), coming to see your menagerie. he has his own cat peeking from the hood of his hoodie because i think it's cute. ]

Hey. Congrats on making it the week.

[ is "no one attempted to murder you" really something you should celebrate, axel. ]

[wagashis]

... it's not what I expected, I suppose.

[one of shirasu's cats, the tuxedo one, is already winding around axel's feet. a white one with different colored eyes hisses and darts underneath the bed, and there's a tiny owl perched up high watching him.]

But then I didn't expect to see you more than my own partner, either.

[leaberator]

Nice menagerie you got going there.

[ he says it as a joke but Lea immediately crouches to properly pet the tuxedo cat, delighted. but, uh. adorable pets aside. ]

What, you tellin' me Four hasn't come by at all?

[wagashis]

I intended on only having Sora-kun there... The universe seems to have had other plans.

[he is so tired... but he still appreciates them...

he shakes his head, though.]

But no, I haven't seen her at all since we spoke over the weekend.

[leaberator]

[ ... ]

Sora?

[ he's staring at the cat. sora... is that... you??

no it's a cat what is he thinking. anyway ]

Well, she hasn't gone into hiding. I've seen her around. Sounds to me like she's avoiding you. [ ... ] That weekend conversation can't have been any fun, though.

[ lmao, fear ]

[wagashis]

Short for Soramaru.

[that's just offhanded, before he continues, looking decidedly annoyed.]

It really wasn't the note I wished to leave things on, all things considered-- but I suppose that's up to her at this point. This is likely the closest she can get to breaking our partnership without killing me.

WEEK 4, SUNDAY

[leaberator]

[ IN GAY BABY JAIL HOUSE; you ever have someone talk to you without ever looking at you shirasu. because that's gonna be the entire conversation ]

I'd say "hiya, partner", but this is a heck of a turn I didn't expect.

[wagashis]

[what the fuck, why is he back so soon, why isn't he looking at--

did he just say partner.

shirasu abruptly remembers what he'd been told about the effects this week and turns to face the wall, which won't make for an awkward conversation on both ends at all!]

--no one's died. What's the meaning of this?

[leaberator]

Well, my stuff's in your place and Four's is where I was, so. Fact is, the partner role's active no matter what. And I'm guessing... this [ he gestures loosely between both of them without lOOKING AT SHIRASU EVER ] is what they decided to go with.

[wagashis]

They're capable of simply-- rearranging our partnerships, as well as tying together those left alone?

[it's a good thing they're not looking at each other, because the look on his face right now is the contemplative look of someone who would absolutely let people die to just change his own partnership

hm. bad. maybe we should not have let shirasu know about this.]

I don't see why you. Did they think it would be amusing?

[leaberator]

[ lea doesn't have to see the look on his face to know if he'd had the partner role beforehand some different people would be dead because instead of a murder he'd have let people die ]

Heck if I know. Far as most people are aware, the last time we interacted, you stabbed me, and that was that. Not a great partnership point. [ he sighs ] Yeesh, I knew people weren't happy with me after last week, but this is kinda rude.

[wagashis]

[bold of you to say 'instead of' and not 'in addition to'.]

...I suppose I can't complain much if it gets me away from Four, but-- I can only assume whoever did this was trying to get her away from me. Perhaps they simply saw you as an acceptable potential sacrifice, should I be killed.

[or maybe it was her saving herself before she stabs him, but he doesn't say that one aloud.]

WEEK 5, TUESDAY

[leaberator]

[ axel walks in a wee bit gingerly with a giant bruise on his face. don't fucking ask ]

Hey, weird question. You got a twin?

[ this is just how he is gonna start this super fun convo with shirasu ig ]

[wagashis]

You're right. It is an odd question.

[he definitely looks a little guarded, there, though he's doing his best to remain casual-- and he's also frowning at that giant bruise.]

Just what happened to you? Two days into the week and you're already attempting to get yourself killed, apparently.

[leaberator]

A guy jumped out of a blimp and drop kicked me in the face.

[ b. blunt. anyway, he walks fully in, though he seriously does look like he is not enjoying walking, so he sits down with a wince and a sigh ]

Before that, though, I've been... sorta seeing people calling for you? But one of 'em looks like you and is saying a different name, so. I'm trying to figure out what garbage effect that's about.

[wagashis]

[oh, cool, they're both injured, their chances of living are so great right now.

he'll ask more about the blimp incident later, though, because... hm. that's bad.]

...I've been seeing the same. Largely people who are here, though one or two who aren't-- it's been very strange, to say the least.

[like, it's really unsettling to feel like you're being stalked by people you're pretty sure don't like you.]

What name?

[leaberator]

[ haha, he's fine. he's just gonna like. not move for a little bit. it's Neat. ]

... "Isuke"?

[wagashis]

I don't know where that would have come from.

[he looks a little bit uncomfortable, though, so he's just going to move right the fuck on.]

What did you do to get yourself attacked, anyway?